This came from a rainy day walking in a forest in Estonia, when I came across a stream with a... Read More
This came from a rainy day walking in a forest in Estonia, when I came across a stream with a little bridge among the trees. The rain didn't stop, but the quiet of that place did. I painted it with my fingers, in oil, working the moving water and the bark of the trees with my fingertips. It is the kind of forest and running water I keep coming back to in my work.
